Generous forms dressed a soul of a woman who time himself didn’t dare to sift a second on… Her good creature always granted
love, because infinity shone on her right hand ring. Tears in corners fell sometimes from rime left by time, and her eyes forgot sometimes that they could smile. Only sometimes…
The sky leaned on her shoulders crying, and she helped him to rise up. Also the earth cried at her feet, and she set her back in furrow. Also the fire aroused by heat wanted to consume everything on her way, but her mild word slows everything down. The water also burst
With a great love power, but she watched the balance.
The ice strived to include everything, to break, to cut but with her voice she melted even glaciers.
The sun shone in her pale forms and angles, crying in yellow and orange of longings, and she caressed her and whisper she can do more only if she wants. The small miracle that wore Ace of diamonds on her dress, the lights entities watched her and granted her an immeasurable safeguard, because the war began and fierce fights happened every moment. They couldn’t allow losing her. She was enlightened. She knew so well on what side she fights. And yet her fabulous existence amazed both camps. Christmas came on October now, and the New Year, came on the beginning of November. Only snow had to be prevented to come, because he had a way to do on a red land. She saw wing of wax hanging on the shoulders of those who still wore masks, She knew that with the first sunbeam they would melt and fall in a magnificent way, but with a fully supporting. She told them to give up, she shout them
what a mistake they make, told them the failure in thousands ways and the people were not ready to understand this last warning. She asked them not to speed it up, or else their breath will be taken away, and they will lose their souls, but no one listened…
than she remembered the Ace of diamonds, and used it.
His corners cut the wings of wax contact and the flights were cancelled.
Until love did not master again, no one could not rise up from the ground. Only the clean wings of love had an unlimited access to the free blue sky. One of the angels dared to fly. Felt the attraction for the fire of the incandescent ball from the sky and he was heartened that when he will fall, the water will catch him in his mild hand.
And he flew… Up to the prime beam everything went perfect. But the beam looked into his eyes with all the power, discovering the truth beyond the hidden thought of the passionate angel. And the wax melted. He fell, happy to know the water is waiting for him, without shedding even a single tear for the love fire. And the water paying attention to the falling, receiving the earth visit. Chained in a happy and full of desire clenching, looking away from the air angel.
The boiling steam of the flamed air met the cold one, away from the sun.
The water hampered with a well lore the angel’s left feathers, and on the first frost, a sign that the winter is close, and the angel transformed into a statue. A generous creature that offered loving, cried on the water’s shore. Why didn’t he listen to her? Why did he
Have the desire to fall? Why his heart didn’t understand that the balance beat towards the light’s victory? Her crying impressed the sun and Mother earth. They gave the statue life again, but he will never reach again the high ridges of the love fights. The woman with the dress hanging on an orange rhombus on her neck accepted.
Life should be lived and worth every price. Only the fallen angel regretted that the free blue he dreamt on, will never be touched again, even in an other few lives, no matter when he tries.
love, because infinity shone on her right hand ring. Tears in corners fell sometimes from rime left by time, and her eyes forgot sometimes that they could smile. Only sometimes…
The sky leaned on her shoulders crying, and she helped him to rise up. Also the earth cried at her feet, and she set her back in furrow. Also the fire aroused by heat wanted to consume everything on her way, but her mild word slows everything down. The water also burst
With a great love power, but she watched the balance.
The ice strived to include everything, to break, to cut but with her voice she melted even glaciers.
The sun shone in her pale forms and angles, crying in yellow and orange of longings, and she caressed her and whisper she can do more only if she wants. The small miracle that wore Ace of diamonds on her dress, the lights entities watched her and granted her an immeasurable safeguard, because the war began and fierce fights happened every moment. They couldn’t allow losing her. She was enlightened. She knew so well on what side she fights. And yet her fabulous existence amazed both camps. Christmas came on October now, and the New Year, came on the beginning of November. Only snow had to be prevented to come, because he had a way to do on a red land. She saw wing of wax hanging on the shoulders of those who still wore masks, She knew that with the first sunbeam they would melt and fall in a magnificent way, but with a fully supporting. She told them to give up, she shout them
what a mistake they make, told them the failure in thousands ways and the people were not ready to understand this last warning. She asked them not to speed it up, or else their breath will be taken away, and they will lose their souls, but no one listened…
than she remembered the Ace of diamonds, and used it.
His corners cut the wings of wax contact and the flights were cancelled.
Until love did not master again, no one could not rise up from the ground. Only the clean wings of love had an unlimited access to the free blue sky. One of the angels dared to fly. Felt the attraction for the fire of the incandescent ball from the sky and he was heartened that when he will fall, the water will catch him in his mild hand.
And he flew… Up to the prime beam everything went perfect. But the beam looked into his eyes with all the power, discovering the truth beyond the hidden thought of the passionate angel. And the wax melted. He fell, happy to know the water is waiting for him, without shedding even a single tear for the love fire. And the water paying attention to the falling, receiving the earth visit. Chained in a happy and full of desire clenching, looking away from the air angel.
The boiling steam of the flamed air met the cold one, away from the sun.
The water hampered with a well lore the angel’s left feathers, and on the first frost, a sign that the winter is close, and the angel transformed into a statue. A generous creature that offered loving, cried on the water’s shore. Why didn’t he listen to her? Why did he
Have the desire to fall? Why his heart didn’t understand that the balance beat towards the light’s victory? Her crying impressed the sun and Mother earth. They gave the statue life again, but he will never reach again the high ridges of the love fights. The woman with the dress hanging on an orange rhombus on her neck accepted.
Life should be lived and worth every price. Only the fallen angel regretted that the free blue he dreamt on, will never be touched again, even in an other few lives, no matter when he tries.
Generoase forme imbracau un suflet de femeie pe care timpul insusi nu indraznise sa cearna vreo secunda...
Buna ei faptura acorda mereu iubire, caci infinitul stralucea pe inelarul de la mana dreapta.
Lacrimi in colturi cadeau uneori din bruma lasata de vremuri, iar ochii ei uitau uneori ca pot zambi. Doar uneori....
Si cerul se lasa pe umerii ei plangand, iar ea il ajuta sa se inalte la loc.
Si pamantul ii plangea la picioare, iar ea il aseza cuminte la loc in brazda.
Si focurile starnite de arsita voiau sa mistuie totul in cale, dar la blanda ei vorba totul se domolea.
Si apa navalea cu forta unei mari iubiri, dar ea veghea la echilibru.
Gheata se straduia sa cuprinda totul, sa sparga, sa taie, dar ea topea si ghetarii cu vocea ei.
Soarele stralucea in palide forme si unghiuri, plangea in galben si portocaliu de dor, iar ea il mangaia soptindu-i ca poate mai mult, numai sa vrea.
Pe mica minune ce purta asul de caro pe rochie, entitatile luminii o vegheau si-i acordau protectie nemasurata, caci razboiul incepuse si crancene lupte se duceau in fiecare clipa.
Nu-si permiteau s-o piarda.
Era in lumina... Stia atat de bine de ce parte lupta.
Si totusi, fabuloasa ei existenta uimea ambele tabere... Si Craciunul venea in octombrie de acum, iar Anul Nou, la inceput de noiembrie...
Numai zapada trebuia impiedicata sa vina, caci ea avea un drum de facut pe un rosu taram.
Aripi de ceara vedea prinse de umerii celor care inca purtau masti, stia ca la prima raza de soare se vor topi si caderea lor va fi magnifica, dar pe deplin justificata. Le spunea sa renunte, le striga ce greseala fac, le rostea caderea in mii de forme si oamenii inca nu erau pregatiti sa inteleaga acest ultim avertisment.
Ea ii ruga sa nu-L sfideze, caci le va taia rasuflarea si-i va lasa fara suflet, dar nimeni nu asculta...
Apoi, si-a adus aminte de Asul de caro si l-a folosit...
Colturile acestuia au taiat legaturile aripilor de ceara si zborurile au fost anulate... Pana cand iubirea nu redevenea stapana nimeni nu mai avea cum sa se ridice de la pamant.
Doar aripile curate ale iubirii aveau acces nelimitat pe cerul albastru si liber.
Unul dintre ingeri se incumeta la zbor.
Simtea atractie pentru focul mingii incandescente de pe cer si se imbarbata ca in cadere apa il va prinde in bratele ei blande...
Si a zburat... Pana la raza cea dintai totul i-a mers perfect. Insa aceasta l-a privit cu toata puterea in ochi descoperind adevarul de dincolo de gandul ascuns al ingerului patimas. Si ceara s-a topit...
El a cazut fericit ca apa il asteapta, fara sa verse vreo lacrima pentru focul iubirii. Si apa, atenta la cadere, primi in vizita pamantul. Inlantuiti intr-o inclestare fericita si plina de dorinta, isi intoarsera privirea de la ingerul aerului. Fierbintele abur al vazduhului aprins se intalni cu cel rece, al departarii de soare.
Apa ingreunase cu buna stiinta penele ramase ingerului, iar la primul inghet, semn ca iarna era aproape, ingerul se transforma in statuie.
Generoasa faptura ce oferea iubire plangea la malul apei.
De ce nu o ascultase? De ce isi dorise caderea? De ce inima lui nu intelegea ca balanta batea spre victoria luminii?
Plansul ei ii impresiona Soarele si pe Mama Pamant... I-au daruit din nou viata statuii, insa aceasta niciodata nu va mai atinge crestele inalte ale zborului iubirii... Femeia cu rochia agatata de un romb portocaliu la gat accepta. Viata trebuia traita si merita orice pret... Doar ingerul cazut regreta ca albastrul liber la care visa nu va mai fi atins nici in alte cateva vieti, oricand ar incerca...
